They all call me an Outer God.

But at a certain moment, this person half opened his eyes unconsciously, and the pale gold was mixed with some evil and chaotic scarlet.

Ghros' consciousness has left, but a trace of divine power has not dissipated. This aura of destruction, chaos and hideousness is the best manifestation of the remaining pure divine power.

It will not leave on its own, but will cling to Ria's spirit body like a maggot on a bone. As long as this thing is still on Ria, Ghroth can still find him quickly.

Of course, this is also an option, it is Riya's own choice not to expel him completely.

He needs to keep this divine power. After being promoted to Meme 2, it will not be difficult to suppress it with Leah's own will. There is not much divine power left in the world by Ghros. Most of it is the power of the Shining Sun. The few remaining powers belong to Him himself.

Without this thing as a reference, it would be difficult for people to feel the trajectory of Gehros's activities after his consciousness left. He might be able to find Ria by using this to find out, but Ria could also follow this trace of divine power to monitor the disaster star.

Now the faith of the Shining Sun has been divided among Ghroth, and if he keeps his divine power, he will always be able to get a share of it. Even if he expels this divine power completely, what is to come will always come.

One day, the disaster star will surely revive completely, and no one will be spared from the doomsday, but before that day comes, there is nothing wrong with stealing the identity of Ghros.

[Become the Rising Sun——Become the Disaster Star]

A qualified actor should be able to fully play the role of anything, even a human or a god.

“Ahhhhh…”

Little Shival stared at the sleeping Ria with his pupils shrunk into needle-like shapes. After a long time, he found that the divine power did not cause a riot, so he slowly stretched out his tentacles, rolled up the quilt and covered the host, and then rolled Ria and the quilt onto the bed.

After doing all this, it stared at Ria to make sure he was asleep before slipping into the bathroom and began practicing its emotions in front of the mirror.

Although it is not clear why Leah practices these, he must have his own reasons for doing so. In order to remind Leah not to forget his humanity in the future, Little Swar will try to make himself more human than any mythical creature.

"Ow!"

It forced a smile at the mirror, with the corners of its mouth almost split to the back of its head, revealing its throat and sharp teeth, and some scattered glowing eyes in its mouth.

very perfect!

Look, what a perfect and amiable smile, what a healing expression, it's simply a masterpiece.

The mythical creature that was watching all this slowly narrowed its eyes and spun around lively on the spot. Then, it turned its head to look in the direction of Ria. The dark mist around it squirmed and absorbed all the light in the room. Any light that came into contact with the black mist would disappear.

The ominous mist filled the room, enveloping Riya's entire body, allowing him to enjoy an absolutely quiet sleep. Riya's fingers moved slightly, and the warm and oppressive touch on the surface of his skin gave him a familiar feeling.

It's like returning to the mother's womb, but also like...

His consciousness continued to sink.

When I woke up again, it was already the morning of three days later. There was a sumptuous breakfast on the table. The bread was baked to a crispy and fragrant taste, and on the top were fried bacon, medium-rare steak and cherry tomatoes, and a thick layer of cheese.

Next to it was a plate of fried potatoes with baked beans and a cup of steaming tea, plus a plate of black pudding seasoned with pig's blood, flour and pepper.

“Is this the breakfast delivered by the hotel?”

Riya got up and stretched, then opened the curtains to let the sunlight pour in. He felt that he was in a better state than ever before, while little Shival stayed at the table and confirmed Riya's thoughts. Those people knocked on the door every day to deliver food, and every time little Shival imitated Riya's voice and said that he didn't need it.

Only today did it allow those people to bring the things in. Of course, it only asked them to put the things at the door. Perhaps the staff would also notice that there was something strange in the room, but without sufficient evidence they could not say anything.

Even if necessary, Little Schwar can solve all these troubles.

It solved several this morning.

"Goo."

Little Swar stretched out a tentacle and pierced into his own head, then forcibly tore out a pure white mask without facial features.

"Is this the mask of Hephaestusgetu?"

Little Shival nodded, and then pointed in the direction of the door. Riya opened the door, only to find a large pool of scarlet blood on the ground.

Without much thought, Riya probably knew what was going on.

The group of Hephisgetus finally couldn't resist the temptation of Ria's words and chose to cooperate with him. The white mask they sent was a sign of sincerity, and also showed that they had recognized Ria as one of their true kind.

Maybe this group of people wanted to hold a grand welcome party for Leah, and then blocked the door in the early morning wearing party hats, and were swallowed up by little Swar and thrown out of the door on the side of the road.

There was even a piece of paper in the interlayer of the mask. Liya fumbled for a moment, pulled out the paper, unfolded it and slowly scanned it -

"Dear Mr. Riya!"

It's a very ugly and messy word.

“Seeing your letter is like seeing us. I’m glad that our cooperation can finally make substantial progress. God knows how long we have been waiting for this day. You are willing to advance and retreat with us. We have the same ideals and goals. This is simply a great thing.

Since you want to see our true self, we are of course happy to help you realize your wish. As for the reward... we don't need the partial words of the true self you said, we need to know the whole thing.

We crave everything He says He wants to do.

We are at your service and you are willing to help us. This deal is fair, great master of trade. This mask is a mysterious item that can block the perception of the gods. Take it with you when you go to that country. It will automatically record everything, and you must bring it back intact.

Of course, this mask once belonged to the Faceless God, so it is most appropriate for me to give it to you. The natives will naturally be willing to help you when they see this thing. I wish you a safe journey. As for us... we will not follow you back. We all have our own lives, our own wives, children, husbands, and lovers. I hope you can understand this.

To our best friend Riya Kelcha.

Yours, friends and devotees."

"What kind of writing is this - so many wrong words and grammatical errors."

Riya couldn't help but complain in her heart. The content of the letter seemed a mess at first glance. She couldn't understand or read it at all. It took Riya a long time to translate it. These people seemed to be very keen on showing off their mixed talent and cultural heritage of multiple languages. They could use words from eight countries in one sentence.

(End of this chapter)